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“I’m mad…and that’s a fact
I found out…animals don’t help
Animal think…they’re pretty smart
Shit on the ground…see in the dark

They wander around like a crazy dog
Make a mistake in the parking lot
Always bumping into things
Always let you down, down, down.” – David Byrne

By Rich Lindbloom

When a friend of mine once told me he had bought about his seventh Talking Heads album he said, “I don’t know why I keep buying these albums?” To say the Talking Heads have an inimitable style is grossly understating there zaniness. Quirky isn’t quite the right adjective, but sometimes I think David Byrne ain’t right. Something tells me that he and I could have about as engaging a conversation as Einstein and me. (I could always counter Albert’s, “What do you think of my Theory of Relativity,” with a “What do you think of the Hawks third defensive pairing?” Obviously there would be considerable confusion, although I think I’d have a better chance of finally figuring out the Theory.) Read more »

I think it’s the eyes, but that picture of Sean O’Donnell bears a striking resemblance to our goofy Newfie, George. George is in the doghouse at the moment for helping himself to a good portion of my son’s 11 pound bag of Halloween candy. Needless to say, he wasn’t feeling all that hot this morning. When I came home at lunch, well, let’s just leave it at – I had to wash the kitchen floor-twice. To make matters worse, he’s been on a strict diet since we adopted him in August. George apparently had enough of The Biggest Loser program we had him on. I’m thinking about putting a padlock on the fridge and stressing to him that potpourri is not edible.

We obtained George this past summer from a family in Steven’s Point, Wisconsin. The owner was heartbroken to have to give him up, and was determined to find a good family for the behemoth. It turned out that the owner was not only a Blackhawk fan, but had actually coached Joe Pavelski of the Sharks in a youth league. Needless to say, our visit to see if our family would be a good fit with George, turned into about a 3 hour stay. We’ve had three Akita’s so I thought we were quite familiar with big dogs. We quickly discovered George is in a weight class all his own. George, by far, is the strongest beast I’ve ever walked. He also has the loudest bark I’ve ever heard and doesn’t he love to hear himself. When I saw that picture of O’Donnell the other day, it made stop and reflect for a moment on the acquisitions the Hawks made during the offseason, players who added some brute strength to watch over our skill players. If I were Corey Corey Crawford, I’d probably keep some dog biscuits handy. It’s nice to have some big dogs hanging around the porch! Read more »